Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

"How long do you think Yang Han will need?"

"It's hard to say. Staff techniques rely more on strength than sword techniques. Yang Han's strength is so abnormal, he should be faster, right?"

"I guess three minutes!"

"I'll guess for one minute!" Chen Chu shouted at the top of his lungs.

As everyone was discussing, the battle on the screen had already begun.

The robot moved.

It began with a standard basic staff technique, sweeping the staff horizontally with a whistling sound, aiming for Yang Han's waist.

This strike was powerful and precise, executed with utmost skill.

However, Yang Han merely took a half step back casually, and his long staff moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, striking first despite being behind.

"Bang!"

The first strike.

The long stick struck the robot's wrist joint precisely.

The robot's force, enough to sweep away thousands of pounds, was instantly dissipated, and its entire body froze.

Before it could react, Yang Han flicked his wrist, and the long stick slid upwards.

"Bang!"

The second blow.

The tip of the stick struck the robot hard in the chest.

The alloy breastplate, strong enough to withstand bullets, emitted a dull thud that made your teeth ache. The robot froze, revealing a weakness.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Han stepped forward, the long staff seemingly weightless in his hand, and lightly flicked upwards.

"Clang."

The third strike.

The alloy rod in the robot's hand was precisely flicked away, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The entire process was smooth and incredibly fast.

It took no more than three seconds.

On the screen, Yang Han stood with his stick sheathed, while the robot remained frozen in place.

Challenge successful!

The entire training hall was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had seen some incredible monster.

Even Chen Chu, who was usually so loud and boisterous, forgot to shout at this moment and just stared blankly at the screen.

One minute?

It was fucking three seconds! Three blows!

The door opened, and Yang Han walked out. Seeing the ghost-like expressions on everyone's faces, he scratched his head in confusion.

"Is this robot... a bit fragile?"

Quiet……

These words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone hard in the heart.

The pride on Qin He's face vanished instantly, and then he smiled.

His smile was tinged with bitterness, yet also with a sense of relief.

He shook his head, walked up to Yang Han, and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"You... are a monster."

After saying that, he turned around and silently walked to the side, picked up the knife, and continued to practice diligently.

However, that ambition to compete with Yang Han had vanished.

It's incomparable to a monster.

"Holy crap! Yang Han! Are you even human?!"

"Three sticks! My God! I didn't see that wrong, did I?"

"This is supposed to be basic staff techniques? This is clearly a killing technique!"

After the silence came a deafening roar.

Qian Meng stood there, somewhat dazed.

His mouth was half-open, his eyes were glazed, and only one thought was echoing wildly in his mind.

"We must finalize the scholarship issue immediately! Our school is about to produce a Zhenxing Martial Arts student."

……

After training ended, Yang Han took a long leave of absence, as the school's teaching pace had become somewhat slow for him.

With three weeks left, he prepared to study for the exam on his own.

On the way home, Chen Chu and I chatted casually about the future of Wuhan University.

He was thinking about his next training plan.

Yang Han only stopped thinking when he pushed open the door to his home.

"You're back?"

As soon as I entered the house, I heard Yang Jian's familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, today's dishes are all your favorites."

Unconsciously, a warm feeling rose in Yang Han's heart.

If things continue like this, it would be great. With my dad by my side, I can go to university in the Northwest Base City and visit him whenever I have time.

Soon, he shook his head again, and the image of a woman appeared in his mind.

In a world ravaged by ferocious beasts, if I were just an ordinary person, that would be one thing, but if I had the strength, of course I would seek revenge!

"Okay."

Yang Han responded with a grin, changed his clothes, and started helping Yang Jian with his tasks.

This time, Yang Jian didn't stop him from entering the kitchen.

At the dinner table, Yang Jian unusually took out a bottle of wine, poured himself a glass, and then, after thinking for a moment, poured Yang Han a glass as well.

Yang Han was puzzled; his father was behaving very strangely today!

"Come on, have a drink with me. I've finally made it to your adulthood, so I don't have to quit drinking anymore."

"good!"

Although Yang Han was puzzled, seeing his father's high spirits, he didn't want to spoil the fun.

"Dry!"

The father and son drank it all in one gulp.

After downing a cup of wine, perhaps because he hadn't drunk alcohol for many years, Yang Jian's eyes turned red from the spiciness.

"Xiao Han."

Yang Jian called out again, his eyes fixed on Yang Han, making Yang Han feel uncomfortable.

"What's wrong, Dad? Have you had too much to drink?"

"Nonsense!" Yang Jian waved his hand dismissively. "Back in my army days, I could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

"It's just..." Yang Jian paused, lowering his head slightly, "I just miss your mother a little."

Yang Han remained silent. How could he not long for that gentle gaze to appear in his dreams, day and night, for so many years?

"Dad..." Yang Han didn't know how to comfort his father, so he silently refilled his father's glass.

"Hey, look at me, getting all emotional again! Come on, let's have a drink!"

Yang Jian raised his glass again, and Yang Han didn't say anything. He was very happy to be able to drink with his father.

"Eat your food. This sweet and sour pork ribs is a dish I learned from your mother. It's her specialty. I've only learned the basics, but it's enough for me to open a restaurant."

As Yang Jian spoke, he ate and laughed, his eyes gleaming with a light that was hard to discern whether it was from the spiciness of the wine or something else.

The father and son ate quickly, and the bottle of wine was empty.

"How's your Madman's Stick training going?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"good."

Yang Han didn't know his father's standards, but he knew that he had already achieved great success, so he should be considered to be doing well.

"Alright, let's practice some more and see if you've really studied hard. If you dare to slack off, I'll give you a good beating today."

"Walk!"

Yang Jian got up and rushed to the rooftop, with Yang Han closing the door behind him and following closely behind.

On the rooftop, two people held white waxwood sticks, their eyes meeting in the air.

"Little Han, show me what you've got. Today I'm going to give you one last lesson. The Mad Demon Stick Technique is a family heirloom. Learn it properly."

"good!"

Yang Han was no slouch either. He couldn't find any rivals at school, and it wouldn't be good for him to expose himself to others, but he had no scruples when it came to his own father.

hum!

The stick made a buzzing sound, and Yang Han took the initiative to attack.

Both of them had been drinking and were a little tipsy, but their movements remained perfectly conscious.

Yang Han unleashed a strike at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, with the force of a thousand jin.

Snapped!

The two sticks collided instantly, then separated immediately, followed by a series of rapid sounds.

clap clap clap!

clap clap clap!

The speed increased, striking out a wondrous sonata sound in the night sky.